lirik lagu creative mike the rapper – poppin’
people poppin, pistols poppin
things droppin
everybody, everybody f~ckin wit me
n~ggas that’s gone ride here with me
everybody everybody
dream chasing
hallelujah, it’s amazing
bout my paper, like y’all praying
f~ck yo favors
i went to war on a jet
28 bullets i hope you meet death
i prayed to allah, i prayed to jesus
it ain’t have no reviving effect
now none of my n~ggas can’t breathe
i said that sh~t all on the beat
now watch me houdini the trap
from the hood put the bean in a pack, trap
did it wit guns, did it wit love, i k!lled thеm with hate
yeah a n~gga still raising my daughter
i don’t know how much morе i can take
pace, breathe, fame
i got that drip and i’m blessed
really to cool to be stressed
i guess it was all for a check
people poppin, pistols poppin
things droppin
dream droppin
baby daddy, he so saucy
n~ggas locking
crackers c~cking
b~tches hating get up off me
just trying to avoid these coffins
my ego making me saucy
confidently make it costly
yeah
yeah
now f~ck you talking bout love yo neighbor
potus told me guatemalans thugs and rapers
did black jesus teach you to love yo nation
based on borders that them crackers drew up on some papers?
like y’all humans and y’all better than god
y’all probably murdered my sons
them lies get better with time
y’all probably paid for some slaves
tutsi and nipsey got paid
y’all k!lling everybody
god, i’m going back in my grave
people poppin, pistols poppin
things dropping
everybody, everybody f~ckin wit me
n~gga that’s gone ride here with me
everybody everybody
dream paper
hallelujah, it’s amazing
f~ckin wit a n~gga that’s gone save the nation
had my daddy locked in prison it’s a sp~ce station
a sp~ce station
i use to dream that n~gga was a aviator
year for real
i use to pray to jesus hoping he could save him
issa fib
now i want my f~cking paper f~ck yo forty acres
yeah
yeah m~th~f~cka we god, we god
create the vision that i want for my child
so watch out, we got rights
we got clout, we got guns
we got speech, we got love
we got spirits above
got degrees, presidents
why the f~ck we not free?
we been voting so long
why the f~ck we not free?
mich~lle obama why the f~ck are we not free?
harriet tubman why the f~ck are we not free?
crispus attucks why the f~ck are we not free?
mae c jemison why the f~ck are we not free?
barack obama why the f~ck are we not free?
mlk like how the f~ck y’all k!ll the king?
people poppin, pistols poppin
things dropping
everybody, everybody f~ckin wit me
n~gga that’s gone ride here with me
everybody everybody
dream chasing
hallelujah, it’s amazing
bout my paper like y’all praying
f~ck yo favors
i went to war on a jet
28 bullets i hope you death
pray to allah, pray to jesus
it ain’t have no reviving effect
28 bullets and crept
28 bullets and crept
i guess it was all for a check
i guess i was praying to death
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